User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-2246928-20140729155901/@comment-2246928-20140730041124

''The rat's further orders die in his throat as a shaft thumps into the small of his back. The weasel slumped to the ground over the slain rat's body, just as the stoat mumbled something, raising a paw in distress just as the last arrow was loosed. The arrow hit him square in the forehead, and he dropped down into the pool of blood already soaking the grass. But more vermin were soon to arrive- The otters had to act quickly.''